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The drive back to Number 10 wasn’t long, but my daughter was so worn out that she fell asleep on Laura’s lap.
The silence was deafening and awkward between us. The image of that fucking kiss and her wet pussy was still fresh on my mind, and I could hardly do anything to stop these intrusive thoughts. Laura Watkins was going to be the death of me.
“How is your roommate? I hope my brother didn’t do anything to embarrass her yesterday?” I said, because I fucking had to break this silence that was driving me bonkers.
Laura was stroking my daughter’s hair and glanced at me.
“They had an argument. Your brother isn't happy that she works as an escort. Also, this video must have complicated things a little because it went viral. But Veronica is tough. She'll move on soon enough.”
“Understandably, my brother likes to be discreet, although he does change women as often as he changes his boxers. Still, he’d been talking about her since that holiday in Greece. He won’t admit this, but he wants her.” I felt bad that all I could think about was my predicament with Laura and not my brother’s issues.
“Thank you for riding home with us. I know you like being in your own place when you’re not working.” I cleared my throat.
A small smile curved her lips, and I imagined her on her knees as she took my cock in her mouth.
“I feel more comfortable in your home than in mine, Prime Minister.”
Chapter Nineteen
Laura
After dinner at his family home, things between Spencer and I were still pretty strained, and I had a feeling he was avoiding me again. I wanted to talk to him, even though I’d avoided him, too. In the end, we needed to discuss what was going on between us because I didn’t think I could continue working for him when he was acting so territorial. I never told Veronica about that moment outside the club because I didn’t really understand it myself.
As usual, Spencer had been on his best behaviour during the dinner, but then, on the way back, he stared at me like he was ready to consume me. This man was so confusing. When I was near him, I didn’t know how to act. I had to get over this attraction.
Spencer left early in the morning, and as soon as I dropped Maja off at school, I made a call to one of the private hospitals. One of my friends had given me the number of a specialist who worked there, and apparently, they could see NHS patients. There was only a slim chance that this doctor could see my mother, but I had to try it, so I dialled the number.
“Hello, Medina’s Practice. How can I help you?”
“Oh, yes, hi. I was just wondering if Dr Jonas has any appointments available. My mother has been well in the past few years, but after her regular checkup she got this unexpected diagnosis,” I started.
“I'm sorry, but there’s a two-year waiting list for him,” the receptionist said.
A two-year waiting list? How was this even possible?
“Right, okay, never mind. Thank you,” I said, disheartened, and then hung up. I stared at the phone for a little while.
Mum said that, apparently, she had the best doctors in the country, but she wasn’t a priority, and we couldn’t wait until she needed to have dialysis. That wouldn’t end well.
“God help me,” I murmured, wiping the tears stinging my eyes and staring out the window.
It was finally raining in London. I’d missed my hot yoga session today because I was too exhausted. Also, Veronica’s friend had taken down the video, and we hadn’t talked about Rupert since. She was clearly trying hard to forget about him.
I tried a few other clinics over the course of the week, but getting an appointment for my mother felt like an impossible task.
The Prime Minister kept avoiding me. He was leaving early and coming home when Maja was already in bed. This wasn’t good because he was supposed to be spending more time with her, and she was missing him. I was angry with my own pathetic self, thinking that he actually would change and recognise there was something between us. I kept reminding myself that he wasn’t the one for me, and I wasn’t willing to settle for being his occasional fuck buddy.
On Friday afternoon, my phone buzzed with a message.
You have Friday night off. My mother is going to pick Maja up from school.
I was surprised but glad that I could go home early. Veronica had said something about going to the cinema, and I could use a distraction. As I was packing my stuff away, I wondered what Spencer was doing tonight. He was probably going to call an escort, and I told myself I didn’t care. It was obviously a lie. I did care, and I was jealous—but maybe he had other plans. These things shouldn’t surprise me. Spencer was a single father, and he’d made it very clear he didn’t want a relationship.
“Veronica, are you home?” I called out.
The flat was tidy, and I was shocked to find my roommate in the kitchen, actually preparing food that didn’t come out of a packet. Veronica wasn’t very domesticated, so something must have happened. She only attempted to cook when she was stressed.
“I'm making fajitas. Brenda is coming over later,” she replied.
